You came in late,
Informing me of the diner you already had.
You don’t look me in the eye for too long,
A glance and then you hurriedly look away.
You ask me if I’ve had dinner
Knowing very well I hadn’t.
But you’re putting in effort to make conversation;
Too much effort.
I play cool and tell you I haven’t.
You say, “Oh. Okay.”
“You should, it’s getting late.”
“Don’t wait for me if I get too late.”
I nod in response and,
Go back to the work I’d put on hold
When you rang the doorbell.
You don’t smell of aftershave or musk;
There’s a different scent on you
That’s sweet and, rich.
I walk into the room
To find your shirt discarded on the bed
While you take a midnight shower.
I feel the insides of my stomach churn,
Disappointed by the act –
Both yours and mine.
But there it is,
I find the dreaded stain
I expected but, hoped to not find.
It was a dark brown,
The colour of rich soil.
I place back your shirt
And go back to my work
As I hear the door unlock,
And you step out,
After trying to wash away your sins.
You ask me if I ate
And I tell you I’m not feeling it,
As I wrap up my work
And make my way to bed,
Making sure to keep my back towards you.
I wish me good night
Before turning off the lights
And I mumble it back to you.
I’d sensed your treachery
Last week already
When you dropped a message
About a sudden meeting,
Telling me you’d come late
But I was under the building,
Waiting to surprise you
When I got your message,
As I watched you at the cafe across the road.
I’d sensed it again
When you said you went to the grocery, first
And then later said you went out with the boys
When I asked you about the invisible bags.
I could sense your weight shift slightly towards me,
Checking if I were awake or asleep
Before gently getting up and,
Tiptoeing your way out of our bedroom.
I lied there awake
Listening to your footsteps
That sounded as loud as sirens tonight.
I turned around to face
Crumpled sheets and an empty bed.
I walked out of our bedroom
Knowing exactly which part of the house
I’d catch you red-handed.
And I found you there,
In the dark
With nothing but a ray of white
Falling on your cheating face.
“There chocolate cake is gone.
I gave it to the kids next door today.”